command that they sing

unrequited love’s a bore
and I’ve got it pretty bad
but for someone you adore
it’s a pleasure to be sad

(that’s a completely different song than the one he’s singing in the picture but shhhhh)

I heard the sentence “No, I don’t wanna TALK about it, I wanna SING about it!” on a late night show my dad liked something like 9 or 10 years ago & it stuck with me ever since.


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I’m not a native english speaker so please let me know if you found any grammatical error.


So like
After Cowabunga Pizza Time we waited about 10 minutes for TWRP to start

And they come out and this is what happened

ELLEN: So was there ever a time when both you and John Lennon wanted to reform the Beatles?

PAUL: There was a time… let’s put it this way: there was never a time when all four of us wanted to do it. And each time it was always someone different who didn’t fancy it And I’m actually glad of that now. Because the Beatles’ work is a body of work. There’s nothing to be ashamed of there. In the end we decided we should leave well enough alone. The potential disappointment of coming on and not being as good as the Beatles had been… that was a risk we shouldn’t take.

ELLEN: But let’s imagine it anyway, all four Beatles reunited in 2007!

PAUL: That’s the ‘what if’ syndrome and I don’t go there… but since you’re leading me down that flowery path, we could imagine that John would be a fantastic elder statesman, very much in command of his lifestyle; I’d be alongside him singing magnificently; George would be playing like an angel on his guitar; we’d be gelling, sounding like nothing anyone’s ever heard of before with all the power of modern amplification. And, behind us would be the world’s greatest drummer. And it’d be fandabadozi! (We could be introduced by the Krankies.) Unfortunately, this is just pure imagination. But then, what’s wrong with that?

—  Paul McCartney, interview w/ Mark Ellen for Radio Times. (October 20th-26th, 2007)

anonymous asked:

What are some verses for when you're feeling completely hopeless and that there's just no point to anything anymore?

Psalm 3:3-6
“But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high. I call out to the LORD, and he answers me from his holy mountain. I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. I will not fear though tens of thousands assail me on every side.”

Jeremiah 29:11
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

Zephaniah 3:17
“The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”

Joshua 1:9
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

Isaiah 41:10
“Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

Luke 1:37
“For with God nothing will be impossible.”

Lamentations 3:22-24
“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘Therefore I hope in Him!’”

Psalm 94:17-19
“Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul would soon have settled in silence. If I say, 'My foot slips,’ Your mercy, O Lord, will hold me up. In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.”

Psalm 32:7
“You are my hiding place; You shall preserve me from trouble; You shall surround me with songs of deliverance.”

2 Corinthians 12:9-10
“And He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

2 Corinthians 1:3-5
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ.”

1 Peter 5:10
“But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.”

Romans 8:18
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”

Psalm 34:19
“Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all.”

2 Corinthians 4:16-18
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”

1 Peter 5:7
“Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.”

Romans 5:3-5
“And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”

Romans 5:35, 37-39
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?… Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

1 Corinthians 2:9
“But as it is written: "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Revelation 21:4
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the art datpiranha did for Blind!Obi-Wan learning that Cody has a facial scar, so he starts touching people's faces to learn about their scars and hairstyles? You know what the best part of it is? It implies that the 212 can be told apart by touch alone. They design their hair styles/ facial hair to be distinguishable by touch, not just by sight. That has to be wild.

Having General Kenobi suddenly flop down in front of him is a case of alarm. Boil knows that and quickly glances at his Commander for advice, the man quickly singing ‘stay calm and let him do it.’

“Cody says you have a mustache Boil.” The Jedi beamed at him.


“And a raised hairstyle.”

“I guess. Yes sir.” Boil shifted a bit.

“Can I touch?”

“What?!” Boil tensed up as the blind Jedi only tilted his head, still smiling.

“Can I touch?” He repeated carefully and Boil desperately glanced to Cody again to see the other aggressively singing. ‘Let him.’

“I guess so sir?”

Obi-Wan wasted no time, ungloved hands carefully touching Boil’s cheeks before slowly and steadily examining him with his fingertips. Careful fingers prodded around Boil’s lips and then ran up his temple to the hair, the Jedi humming and tilting his head as he felt it. It was actually kind of nice and Boil relaxed under the touch, closing his eyes when the fingers came near his eyes and over his eyelids before going over his nosebridge and the tip of it.

“So that’s how you look. Cody’s right, that thing must tickle Waxer quite a bit.” Boil’s eyes snapped open, turning red.

“Heh. But thank you Boil, I know what you look like now.” The Jedi pulled his hand back. “Cody let me do the same, his scar is really big.”

On the tip of Boil’s tongue was a ‘that’s not the only thing big.’ But he managed to hold it back if only barely. “You…just wanted to know how I looked?”

“Yes. And I can’t see you even if I can feel you in the Force. So these.” Obi-Wan held up his hands. “Are my eyes.”

Waxer suddenly sat down beside Boil, squirming a bit. “Do you want to see me too General?” The other beamed and Obi-Wan instantly shifted to him. “I would quite enjoy that.” He reached out with his hands.

Gentle, steady hands examined Waxer steadily, taking in the others features. “You’ve had your nose broken Waxer. I can feel the bump.”

“During training, uhu. It never quite healed right.”

Soon enough a small group of clones not on duty was around Obi-Wan, waiting on their turn to be ‘seen’.

Cody would have felt jealous…if he didn’t remember how Obi-Wan looked, smiling up at him in the sun. No, that smile was just for him. This was just how Obi-Wan saw the world.

He leaned against a crate and smiled a bit.

tea time for anon. prompt: meet the family

“we never see you anymore, big bro.” isabel blurts out. she’s sitting on the ramparts of the roof saddle style, leg swinging freely in open air.

“i have more responsibilities now.”

“sure.” furlan snorts, sitting to isabel’s side on the floor of the roof, a knife’s blade polishing between his fingers.

“fuck you, furlan.” levi spits, kicks up gravel that sprays into his lap.

“you’re always around the commander.” isabel chimes, sing songs it like a taunt, and it flairs levi to anger.

“like a dog.” furlan adds.

“like a little angry dog.” isabel giggles. levi squints his eyes, smacks furlan generously upside the head, and points a finger directly at isabel’s nose. furlan groans and rubs his head, and the two of them whimper. turning heel, he stomps away toward the door. “aw! come on, levi! we’re just messin’ with ya!”

“let ‘im go, bel. he’s got some shoes to polish.”

levi stops mid-step, twitches his head to the side and looks over his shoulder. “if it wasn’t for erwin, none of us would be alive right now.”

“you say that…”

levi turns, shoulders up to his ears. isabel and furlan are his family, the only two people in the whole world that can see and understand him… though a third is quickly coming to bloom. “you know damn well it’s true. stop being an asshole about it.”

“it’s because we avoided the rain storm–”

“it’s because we had him.” levi nearly shouts, but his voice is so smooth it strikes like a slick venom. “get your fuckin’ head outta your ass and realize that.”

“he tricked us.”

“not before we did first.”

“as if he ever was to begin with…”

the same fight as always. the strain between furlan and levi could only be distinguished as jealousy, and levi doesn’t care to understand why. they are his to protect and care for, and the best way he can do that is to follow erwin. what furlan’s deal is doesn’t fucking matter to him, as long as he’s still breathing to even have a problem at all. “he saved us then too.”

“he doesn’t give a shit about us. he gives a shit about you.” furlan says softly.

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peepers is so expressive and just. sylvia. is so done. i just. i cant. 

heres some more.. 

look at him.. puffing his smol chest out

(click for captions yo)

Tonight I was thinking through the betrothal of a certain couple on CR, and in the process of wondering how it might have come about, I came around to the Winter’s Crest ball that happened during the year-long timeskip. My original idea there was fairly simple, rather fairy-tale like, and was entirely about Percy and Vex. Then I started writing it, other characters showed up, and banter happened. So this is going to turn out somewhat longer than planned. :) Since I’m enjoying how things are proceeding so far, though, have a sample of the WIP. More to come later.

Spoilers (minor, since the ball happened off-camera) through Episode 95, and will eventually allude to certain things in 104.

The masquerade was a game as much as a dance, and it had always been so. Tonight, however, on this Winter’s Crest, it felt especially momentous. Percy knew he was on the cusp of discovering just how significant the night might become.

In the halls of Castle Whitestone were dozens of masked figures, some of them more anonymous than others. All of them, of course, had been carefully vetted at the gates, so if Percy wanted he could identify everyone with ease. A few observant glances here, a whispered question to the guards there, and he could unravel every disguise in an instant. But this masquerade ball—the first proper one Whitestone had held in years—had its charms tied up in pretense, and in the occasional true flash of art. So Percy avoided picking at the threads. He observed the costumes with only detached interest, caring to find one thing and one thing alone.

He was searching for one singular dancer, not yet obvious in the crowd.

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this i have seen before, but is just as incredible and even more precious as a pop culture artifact. barbara cook pre carnegie hall comeback, singing her signature song “ice cream” in greenwich village’s reno sweeney nightclub– where edith beale would perform her cabaret act several years later. this flashy broadway number performed on the intimacy of reno’s stage shows why barbara became such an icon, especially with the gay community. she said she had trouble getting booked on television because no one was interested in hearing a “fat white woman” sing, but this is precisely what makes this performance, and her presence as a singer, so uniquely special. here’s this woman, supposedly past her prime, in full command of her glorious voice which she uses to sing songs of love gained, love lost, passion and excitement, all experiences she is not supposed to be having, and all experiences she conveys with tremendous understanding and vulnerability. this video offers a profound glimpse of a woman on the verge of her second act.

anonymous asked:

you're making it seem as if what Erwin went trough couldn't be treated with the help of his loved ones. Like Eren, he was suicidal until Historia talked some sense into him. Erwin could've been helped as well, could've been supported and understood, but it seems Levi took the easy way out.

Anonymous asked:

Anonymous what is up w that anon geez. why are they acting like levi deciding to let erwin rest is an easy thing for him??? its not like hes all happy and singing ~not gonna bring our commander back to hell lol~ it visibly impacted him and his reasoning very much relates to the deep bond and respect he has for erwin??? just bc the manga doesnt show how he copes doesnt mean it doesnt exist. the eruri doubter anons are confusing me. its like they forgot the past 80+ chapters exist.

ETA another Anon in the same vein

Anonymous asked

Anonymous said:Not to come off as rude or anything but I wonder if these people who think Levi simply ‘let Erwin die’, who are convinced he chose Arm*n because he was being ‘altruistic’ with the kids, who think Levi would easily move on to another liege or who are even convinced that Erwin somehow told Levi to choose Arm*n have actually read the manga…

I’m just going to let these two three Anon’s answer each other….

Fwiw, this doesn’t look like taking the easy way out to me.